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DARREN
I manage to get in three short phone calls before Crystal gets a call: the first to my caretaker, George, who now knows to come plow us out once the storm passes; the second to my chief manager, Beth, who will hold down the fort if we’re stuck here for more than a day; and the last to my butler, Jacob, who will prepare the mansion grounds in case the storm reaches that far.
My phone rings in my ear, that same shrill ringtone, alerting me. Back teeth hurting, I pick up. “Well, thanks a lot, Crystal. Now we’re stuck.”
“What are you talking about?” she demands in her distinctive nasal snap. “You said you would be over for supper!”
“Have you noticed the blizzard outside?” I ask dryly.
She goes quiet for a few moments. I hear tapping away on a keyboard. “It says there’s a road cl
